Yesterday, I mentioned some possible projects I could take up on this blog, but I'm going to throw them out because somebody had a better idea. I'm going to take this recap of Nancy Drew: Curse of Blackmoor Manor and turn it into a parody story.
My other Nancy Drew parody stories took forever to write, because I wrote the stories and played the games at the same time. This time, though, I think I remember enough of the game to not need a replay. I already remember way more than I want to about Blackmoor Manor. For example, here is the opening letter of the game, according to my memory:
Greetings from jolly old England! Only right now, I'm not too sure about the 'jolly' part. That's because I'm off to visit Blackmoor Manor, where the daughter of one of our neighbors is living. The daughter, whose name is Linda, recently married Hugh Pennvelyn, a British diplomat. Something something the wedding, she's practically bedridden, and nobody seems to know why. Hugh travels a lot, so the only other people at the manor with Linda right now are Hugh's aunt, Mrs. Drake, and Hugh's twelve-year-old daughter, Jane. So, here I am, about to be dropped at a centuries-old dark, foggy moor. I can't tell if the butterflies in my stomach are because I'm excited, or just a tad creeped out.
Talk to you soon (I hope),
Yeah, my memory is surprisingly accurate when it comes to that part. In contrast, here is all I remember of the opening letter to Danger on Deception Island:
Something something Katie Firestone something something whales. Bicycle safety is important, and so is brushing your teeth.